Surprise I wanted to put it up now. Sorry I know it’s late a pretty lame update and it hecka sucks but #4 is about to be great. Love you guys!
Rating: PG maybe
It was impossible to sleep that night. The reveal of my art piece was approaching quickly and my nerves were catching up to me.
I got a text from my mum first thing in the morning saying she was so proud and excited to see me. I had picked out what I was going to wear weeks ago.
The black dress hug my porcelain curves, the red lipstick I boldly chose matches my red shoes and hang back.
I felt like I was going to something as significant as the Grammys. My dark hair falling in perfect ringlets as I curl it.
I arrived at the studio early, much earlier than required. I observed the blank space on the wall that would soon hold my masterpiece.
Artwork that I’ve tried to express multiple times in my teenage years but just finally was able to do.
My parents are the first to show up. They race to hug me.
I introduce them to the owner of the art gallery who I met while sketching at a coffee shop. My artwork caught his eye and he said he wanted to see more. I want to say it is because he liked my work more than the fact I was drawing a nude woman.
Many strangers show up. Already with still a half hour left until we start, there is a much bigger turnout than I expected.
The art covered walls feeling much closer together as my nervousness increases.
Calum, Ashton and Michael all show up. Michel brings a girl who I do not recognize.
“Is my art reveal the place you bring a girl on a first date?” I question as the blond wanders away to look at the other art pieces.
“Well I get major props for knowing the artist.” Michael bumps me.
I grin and look at all of them. They are all dressed up, meaning they are wearing button ups. Sure michaels is only half tucked in and calum is wearing blue jeans but it’s really the effort that counts.
“It really means a lot that you guys are here.” I smile at them.
“Aww!” Ashton squeals like a girl before hugging me.
“Have you guys heard from Luke?” I ask nonchalantly.
They shake their heads. I brush it off, I’m sure he is on his way.
When the owner starts calling for everyone to gather together I glance at the door one more, waiting for Luke to make one of his last minute entrances.
I make my way up to the front, while I was chatting with people I didn’t notice them put up my painting. It is covered by a thin cloth so no one can see it.
I glance down at my phone. There is a text from Luke:
Finally couldn’t put off taking ‘A’ out to dinner any longer. Wanna hang after?
I swear I could literally feel my heart being smashed. All of the pieces tearing through my body, desperate to find their way back together. But they were too lost.
He had forgotten and her again Arzaylea got what she wanted. On the night that was supposed to be mine.
I know if he had remembered he would have been the first person here. He would have wanted to come out to dinner with my parent and I after and he would have calmed my nerves before the show.
He wasn’t here, instead he was with her probably fighting.
I feel as I am about to cry. In front of all of these people. Everyone is looking at me, am I crying and not noticing it.
The one say I do decide to wear make up of course I would ruin it.
The owner says my name and I realized he was speaking to me.
“I’m so sorry. what?” I ask.
“Nerves seem to get the best of these young people.” He makes a joke. Many people laugh and I pull together my best smile.
“Why don’t you uncover your piece when you are ready and tell us about it.” He says.
My eyes scan the faces of the room once more. Hoping Luke remembered and snuck in without me noticing. I’m yet again let down.
The thing is I’m not even mad. I’m just so incredibly hurt, this was one of the most important nights of my life and he promised.
I slowly remove the barrier and everyone claps before pulling out their cameras. My mother has been filming since she got here.
“I want to catch my baby girls big moment.” Her words ring through my head.
“It took me a really long time to think of a name for this piece. Eventually I just went with ‘Air’.” I say. “It is painted with oil based paints. To me it represents freedom and individuality.”
My painting has a silhouette girl who is off centered next to a house. It is a pallet of colors. She is holding on to a bunch of balloons that I like to are pulling her up, wherever she wants.
The small room that recently seemed so full suddenly seems so empty. One of the only people I wanted to be here celebrating wasn’t.
I try to swallow back the tears of sadness the blur my vision. One single drop wins the battle as it slides down my cheek, the rest of its arm fallows in its quick descent down my face.
“There is a reason I wants the girl to remain identity less. Because I do think of this as a self portrait but adding something like skin color or hair color could ruin the illusion that this could be any other woman out there. Those fighting for freedom, equality.” My voice cracks as I continue to cry.
My mothers eyes mirror mine, smiling as proud and happy emotions stroll from her eyes.
“Those fighting for love. I wanted this to be a painting that could be looked at and see from so many different perspectives and points of view. See yourself in my work. I do this for the world.” I finish my speech.
The audience stars applauding and as much as I feel it’s impossible I muster up a smile.
“Wow. It is very phenomenal that this piece means this much to you. And it is only through true emotion like this do we find success and beauty in one’s art.” The owner of the gallery starts another round of applause.
I think them all, excusing myself to get some air.
On a day that is suppose to be about me I would ruin it crying over some boy. I painted the girl to be me but I don’t feel half as strong or beautiful as I want people to feel when they look at it.
I’m joined outside by Calum. I wipe my eyes and smile at him.
At least people think I’m crying for a different reason.
He pulls me in for a hug, rubbing my back.
“I’m sorry he wasn’t here today.” He says.
The waterworks start all over again. We pull away from each other i try to conceal myself but I can’t.
He already knows anyways. Everyone knows that I’m so in love with Luke. Everyone but Luke.
“I don’t know why I’m letting him get to me like his.” I rub my face, a lot of my makeup coming off with it.
“He said he would be here. It’s not right and you have every right to be upset. It’s not fair. He is supposed to be here.” Calum says.
I wonder if he knows where Luke actually is.
“Yeah well he has other obligations. Like a girlfriend who he is with right now.” I say.
The surprise etched in his face shows me he didn’t.
“He is with Arzaylea? What? 10 times out of 10 he would rather be with you.” Calum says.
“That’s not true.” I shake my head. Luke and I do have the best fun together but there is something about being in a relationship with someone. You want to be with them all the time.
That’s how I’ve always felt about Luke except we aren’t in a relationship.
“They just fight a lot. I’m scared sometimes he is unhappy but then there is days like this where he forgets about me because he is with her.” I wipe the unders of my eyes.
“I don’t think he ever stops thinking about you.” Calum says quietly. “Do you ever think the reason Luke is so unhappy with Arzaylea is because she isn’t the one he wants to be with.”
Calum seems like he is almost trying to hint something.
“What? What are you saying?” I squint at him through my tears.
“Oh my gosh. You are both so blind. He likes you, as more than a friend.” Calum rolls his eyes.
I shake my head in disbelief “Luke doesn’t think of me that way. I’m nothing more than a friend to him.” My soul breaks as I say that.
More and more these days being with Luke seems to not even be possible. Like a dream I need to give up on.
“Drunk Luke can’t keep a secret from Calum.” Calum speaks of himself which makes me laugh.
I still don’t know if I believe what he is saying.
But what if he is right. All those times I’ve caught Luke staring at me isn’t because he is spacing out. When he tries to make me laugh with horrible jokes or pays attention to me over his girlfriend.
Maybe Calum is right.
I don’t know if I have enough willpower to find out though.
PART 4 COMING SOON